At this time, the contestants in the audience had already decided the winner.

Although Liu Hun was brave and powerful, in front of Shanshanfu, who was huge and specialized in close combat, Liu Hun could only be knocked to the ground repeatedly without weapons.

This time, no one booed. After all, everyone would feel a lot of pressure when facing a meat mountain that couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

After Zhang Yi announced the result, Feng Yong stood up, walked to the front of the high platform, and stood there quietly with a stern look on his face.

Then a female guard brought up a huge loudspeaker.

Obviously, after this competition, Bu Qu was deprived of the qualification to even raise a trumpet.

Only when everyone calmed down, Feng Junhou, who was like a sculpture, pointed down and suddenly cursed, "Trash! Let's see how I deal with you in two days!"

Feng Yong's voice was really loud when he shouted. It was not low in the first place. When the curse words were amplified by the loudspeaker, they buzzed like thunder.

This curse made everyone lower their heads, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Liu Hun, on the other hand, looked at the direction Roshan was leaving, his eyes flickering.

Feng Yong, who was above, pointed to the soldiers who came to watch the fun, "You are the same! At the beginning, were you the ones who booed others? Hmm? If you have the ability, you can go out and try it?"

As a result, the soldiers who originally came to watch the excitement were suddenly scolded and scolded.

In the end, even the Qiang Hu who came to watch the excitement could not escape, "And you, my army to protect the Qiang captain does not have idle people. If you want to join, you'd better show your real skills!"

If the tribe can become a source of troops for the Qiang Guard Army, it will naturally receive the best treatment, and tax exemptions are the most basic.

If you can make a great contribution, or be valued by Feng Junhou, just a little bit of tilt in the aspect of woolen materials will be enough for the clan.

Not to mention rare things like tea, sugar, etc.

The Qiang and Hu leaders who could come to watch were basically the tribal leaders recognized by the Qiang Protector Colonel. Now that they thought of the pile of meat mountains, they all took a breath of cold air.

Among the Qiang Guards, what kind of warriors are qualified?

Feng Junhou was on the high platform, spitting foam at the mouth until his mouth was dry, then he stopped, turned around and walked away angrily.

Thousands of people were left alone and did not dare to move.

At night, Lieutenant Feng personally made a cup of honey, held it and sat at the table.

Then he tiptoed to Guan Guan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table combing his hair, and said flatteringly, "Xijun, can you drink the honey water before going to bed?"

How could he still look as majestic as he did in the daytime?

Guan Ji said "hmm", put down her comb, walked to the table, and drank the warm honey water on the table that happened to be in her mouth.

Colonel Feng followed over again, put his hands on Guan Ji's shoulders, and began to help massage her, "Xijun really worked hard today."

"It's not really hard work, it's just a matter of directing a scene, and I didn't do it myself at the time."

Guan Ji felt that the strength of her hands on her shoulders was just right, making her relax involuntarily.

"What if Xijun is not so powerful? Then Liu Hun can be considered a brave general. I didn't expect Xijun to be able to defeat him before he even took action himself."

Feng Yong stepped forward and said, "Xijun's military formation today looks very extraordinary."

"This is...well, please push Alang's hand this way."

Guan Ji gestured.

"is it here?"

"right."

"What did Mr. Xi want to say just now?"

"I want to say that this is what my aunt taught me."

When Feng Yong heard this, he felt happy and said as expected, "Then what is the name of this military formation?"

"Alang, use more force in this position."

"well."

Feng Yong quickly started massaging her vigorously.

"This military formation is called the Eight Formations."

Guan Ji narrowed her eyes comfortably and answered casually.

Feng Tubiao was almost overjoyed, and actually stopped his hand, "I didn't expect that the Prime Minister's wife could actually know these eight formation diagrams, and even taught them to Xijun?"

"What's the point? When the prime minister deduced the eight formations, my aunt also helped a lot. Why didn't Alang stop pressing it?"

Guan Ji seemed to enjoy Feng Yong's massage.

Huang Yueying is awesome! (broken sound)

"Okay, okay, press, press!" Feng Yong continued to exert force on his hands, leaned his head over again, and asked quietly, "Then Xijun has learned these eight formations?"

"How can it be that easy? The more soldiers there are in these eight formations, the more complicated the military orders will be. Now I have only learned a little bit, and at most I can command two thousand people to practice this military formation."

"No matter how many you have, it won't work. Once you can't direct it, the flow within the formation won't work properly, and it won't be beautiful."

So I said it at the beginning. When he was in Longxi, Zhuge Lao Yao commanded tens of thousands of people to form an eight-array diagram. What is the operational capability of sixteen threads if that is not the case?

"If you can't take command, you can learn!" Feng Yong sat next to Guan Ji and encouraged, "Nowadays, there are 10,000 people in the number of captains to protect the Qiang, and Xijun is engaged in protecting the Qiang, so just use them to practice."

After thinking about it, I led ten thousand people to form an eight-formation diagram. There were two people in the formation, a husband and a wife, one of whom was the puppet, just watching, and the other who was the actual commander.

What Zhang He and Guo Huai, am I afraid of you?

Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, and then leaned forward and backward with joy, "I asked you why Alang was so abnormal tonight, so you want me to teach you military formations?"

After laughing for a while, Guan Ji took Feng Yong's hand.

"Since Alang wants something, he can just say it, so why bother talking in such a roundabout way? You and I are one husband and wife, what else can't we say?"

Feng Yong said "tsk", "What to teach? I still need Mr. Xi to teach me? The Prime Minister also wanted to teach me at first, but I didn't learn it."

"To have the Prime Minister personally teach Alang is something that no one can ask for. Why doesn't Alang learn?"

Guan Ji had a look of great regret on her face.

Feng Yong sighed and said quietly, "The eight formation diagrams are too complicated, I can't learn them!"

"Pfft! Hahaha..."

"Don't laugh! If you laugh again, I won't be polite!"

Feng Junhou became angry and said, "I have something to discuss with Mr. Xi."

"Okay, I don't want to smile. Please tell me, Alang."

"I have a winter training plan."

"What's the plan?"

Guan Ji stroked her chest, then raised her head and glanced at Feng Yong, who was serious. She couldn't help but smile again, and finally she lay down on the table with a smile.

"It's against you!"
Chapter completed!